The Forea Alliance was a devious place. It was smaller than the Zetrian Empire and much weaker, yet the most devious races of the realm gathered there to fight against the most righteous of all empires – the Zetrian Empire.
Or so I was taught when I was young. The clerics of the Temple shoved so much knowledge and history up our asses that I actually believed everything they said. There was no reason to distrust them, after all.
Now…Now I wasn't so sure about that any more.
"The Forea Alliance is smaller than the Zetrian Empire, right?" I asked, sitting beside Fern and leaning against the ancient tree.
Her hand rested in mine as she let out a sigh.
"The alliance is smaller, yes. It is also true that the Forea Alliance is weaker." Clove was first to answer, which earned him a stern glance from Fern.
